Regression, Humiliation and Spankings: 9 Short Stories To Make Your Cheeks Blush

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Touching her fresh burning welts, she'd got turned on in her bedroom, driving explosive orgasms as she re-lived her authoritative professional caning. So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice). The Mums, and the hot girl from school, all laughed at me, and the little girls now all knew for sure that I’d been put into a nappy. To add to my humiliation Sheila came over to the Twister game and patted my bulky bottom. “Are you still dry?” she asked. “That’s a good boy”. Thank you," Carly said. "I'll throw myself on Miss Roberts' mercy. I deserve none." She deserved a severe thrashing. Facing Miss Roberts after what she'd done would test her guts. She hoped she'd acquit herself with dignity. A devastating thrashing was inevitable. Nothing else would serve justice. It wasn’t like this stuff happened all the time, but as time went on I not only saw my male cousin beaten again but also the two girls. Both my aunt and uncle would beat them bare bottom and didn’t seem to care who witnessed it.

I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but also so embarrassed at the same time, that I didn't know what to do and just froze. She kept yelling at me to pull them down, but I couldn't, and I think that just pissed her off more, then she yanked them down and began to spank the hell out of me. I remember being highly embarrassed and trying to face toward the wall so that I only had to expose my butt to my sisters, but my mom grabbed my arm and just began to blister my butt so hard that I couldn't stand still. I tried for the longest time to keep my other hand covering my private parts, but she just kept swinging until finally I couldn't stand it any longer and moved my hand around to try to stop from being hit by the belt. I was jumping around in a circle trying to avoid each swing of the belt, but my mom just kept blistering me until there was no doubt that everyone got to see every private part of me. For example, by the time I was a teenager the physical aspect had raised to the point where my butt was bruised and welted with every single spanking...which occurred at least twice a month. I cannot remember much time between ages 8 and 18 where my butt wasn't marked in some way. Miss Roberts studied her reformed client. She'd thought Carly wise. Recent events had disappointed her. I couldn’t decide whether this was sounding worse and worse, or better and better. The idea Evelyn knew I was into being spanked—she and my wife discussed it over lunch—was terrifying (even though it did play into my kinkier fantasies). While the idea a young lady might take me over her knee and spank me was more attractive than I wanted to admit.

Pleased with Carly's attitude, she smiled. "You caused me to involve Anya in my business. I'll bare your bottom for two strokes of my heavy punishment strap. Its intense burn will humble you."

They grew in intensity with each slow step until they paused behind her. Sara’s breath caught as she felt Jacob’s hands wrap around her torso. His rough fingers grasped the waistline of her jeans and turned her around to face him. They would flog her until they were confident that she would co-operate fully for the remainder of her sentence, they’d said. Until she understood that girls did not challenge officers. Until she was suitably punished. Jacob grabbed her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t avert his gaze. “Eyes on me, young lady. Start again.” Plagiarism? Cheating? Forging our signatures?" roared her father, and suddenly Stacy knew what this was about. She tried to weasel her way out, begged for mercy, at least a delayed punishment (“Spank me on Monday, please!”), but her parents were too upset to grant her any kind of reprieve. It was a big old house near Berlin and I hated it. I spoke no German and none of my mother’s family spoke English. My uncle Max and his wife Greta had three kids, all older than me – two girls and a boy, who was the oldest.

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First of all she showed me a white leotard. “Isn’t this cute?” she asked. “I've even sewed a fluffy bunny tail on the bottom for you – look!” Sure enough, there on where my bottom would be was a white fluffy rabbit tail. I couldn’t even imagine wearing such an item. But it got worse. To match they raised the humiliation to more nudity, sometimes naked or allowed just a bra...or more humiliating positions like all 4's on the bed, the diaper position, grabbing ankles and spreading legs apart...and also doing more spankings in the kitchen, living room or other places where my siblings would also see them. The humiliation included staying in positions after the spanking ended for a period of time and them talking openly about my spankings with their friends. There were times when I was made to show the marks to their friends and plenty of times when they allowed other people to spank me.

He commenced with 5 more that were harder than the first 4 and trust me, I didn't wiggle or squirm. I took it, becauseI had earned it for being defiant (which I'm super great at) and I knew he was perfecting his new role as HOH! After my wife's mother opened the door with one such comment, we began an ongoing discussion. As a result, my wife and I discovered we agreed there were times when women needed to be put over a man's knee and spanked. Subsequently, during the course of our dating, we arrived at one of those times. We talked about it and agreed the time had come. My wife was thoroughly cooperative as I positioned her over my knee. Later, she confessed to secretly hoping I'd pull down her panties. After it was over, she knew she'd found the man she would marry. Tipping onto her bed, she circled her firm clit. Re-living her tough train trip home, caned, and obliged to behave with dignity in public, her salutary lesson drove heat into her sex. She plunged her fingers deep inside, teasing her body, and returned to work her clit with a frenzy, recalling every stroke of her heavy punishment. I was very shy at that time and remember being embarrassed even if the girls saw me in my underwear. I saw all my cousins completely naked many times, but none of them seemed overly embarrassed by it. They also saw me naked sometimes – but by contrast, I was always horrified when they did, even when it was my male cousin or my aunt and uncle. I could never understand how anyone could treat their own kids with such disrespect.Jacob raised a large hand to her face, grabbed her cheek, and gently pulled her lip from her teeth with his thumb. Umm my trauma has some similarities with yours, and I do the same thing too. I have never been in a relationship and never even really been on a date with a guy.The people I sleep with are random men I meet online. I tell them to do whatever they want with me, and even when I want to stop I tell them to keep going. I make them hurt me and use me however they please. I can't really explain it but as much as I want it to end, as much as I want to stop doing this to myself, I just can't. It's like there is something that just keeps pushing me to do it. I recently told my psychiatrist, actually three days ago I did, and she explained to me that it was a form of self-harm/ punishment. She said I was punishing myself and I felt like I deserved it, even though I didn't consciously realize it. I was blaming myself for what had happened in my past, and was a recreating it because I felt that it was what I deserved. I don't really understand it to be honest. Take off your robe, John,” Marrianne said, and stepped up to take it from me. My cheeks clenched involuntarily at the certainty they were under the scrutiny of the two women behind me. I apologize for the trouble I caused you, ma’am,” I stammered, wanting only to mollify this strong woman who still held me firmly over her left thigh. “Thank you for providing me with the discipline I needed.”